Crawled up on the couch to watch the second Serling (about a man in a town called Happiness, Arizona whose trade is raising the dead) and fell asleep before the middle of it. Woke in the 4 o'clock hour, got off the couch, had a piece of chocolate from the freezer, and went upstairs and straight back to sleep. Woke at 8:30 to shut off alarm, bedclothes were almost completely on the floor. Roomie shouted sometime in the 11 o'clock hour, got out of bed a few minutes later.

Dreamt of arguing with my father about not showering enough (never happened), a therapy session in an open room at the rear of some institution, searching for my school backpack, discussing sophmore curricula with an English teacher (in my mom's dining room), can't recall the name of the poet in question, while digging the box of good cereal out of the back of the pie safe.

Going to try and appease the cat terrorist and then hit the road. Throat is still a bit scratchy, although each time, it seems fine for the first couple minutes I am upright. Drainage?